05th December 2011Fornero: io mi fido di quelle lacrime.
Sunday 04th November 2011Questa e' la volonta' di colui che mi ha mandato: che io non perda nulla di
quanto egli mi ha dato.
Giovanni 6:39
...this is the will of him who sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that
he has given me, but raise it up on the last day.
John 6:39
03rd December 2011London & Music in default.
Quasi quasi faccio una manovra *Ultimo Vinile*.

02nd December 2011Ora che siamo riconciliati, saremo salvati mediante la sua vita.
Romani 5:11
...now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life.
Romans 5:10

19th August 2011Things in order for London 2011 Liceo
18th August 2011Mr.AD'sB Loreggia .....just some pics; videos will follow
17th August 2011Just Like A Woman live in Loreggia, one-man-band in LaRS
16th August 2011Vado a scuola; la cattedra va bene, direi.
London 2011 burocratic hinderances, though

15th August 2011Voi siete gia' puri, a causa della parola che vi ho annunciato
Giovanni 15, 3Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you
John 15, 3

05th August 2011Il vento soffia dall'alto e ne senti la voce, ma non sai da
dove viene ne' dove va:
cosi' e chiunque e' nato dallo
Spirito
Giovanni 3, 8The windblows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know
where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.
John 3, 8

04th August 2011i-Phone is on his its way to hospital.
i-Pod classic is gone; RIP.
i-Pod nano is quite useless, I'd say

Sunday 12th June 2011Dio non ha mandato il figlio nel mondo per condannare il mondo
ma perche' il mondo sia salvato per mezzo di lui.
Giovanni 3, 17
For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.
John 3, 17

Sunday 01st May 2011Truly,
truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him
who sent me has eternal life.
He does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to
life.
John 5, 24*...chi ascolta la mia parola e crede a colui che mi ha
mandato, ha la vita eterna e non va incontro al giudizio...*
Giovanni 5, 24

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.